At this moment, all living beings in the Primordial World were caught in a shock that was difficult to calm.
The Dao-Demon War, the mysterious Dao voice, Hongjun establishing the Mysterious Gate and preaching the Dao—those beings who had witnessed it all still felt lingering fear.
On the Sun Star, Di Jun and Taiyi sat facing each other, neither of them looking particularly well.
After a long while, Di Jun finally came back to his senses and frantically called out to the system in his heart, "System! Is this right? The Dao-Demon War is already over, yet the Innate Three Clans are still alive! And whose voice was that just now? Even Hongjun treated him with such respect!"
The system within him fell silent. It had just attempted to deduce the source of that voice, only to discover that it could not trace it back no matter what it did. After serving countless hosts, this was the first time it had encountered such a situation.
"System? Say something! Your silence is deafening! Is this still under control?"
A trace of unease entered Di Jun's voice. The system finally spoke, though its tone carried a little more hesitation:
[Ding! Host, please remain calm. It should... still be under control.]
"Damn it! Don't say 'should'!" Di Jun nearly cursed aloud.
Ignoring his complaint, the system directly presented several choices:
[Ding! Choice One: Go to Purple Heaven Palace to hear the Dao in three thousand yuanhui, and expose Hongjun's scheme during his preaching. Reward: one million years of cultivation, Innate Supreme Treasure Pangu Banner.] [Choice Two: Refuse to hear the Dao, begin subduing the living beings of the Primordial World, and embark upon the path of the Demon Emperor ahead of time. Reward: five hundred thousand years of cultivation.]
Looking at those two choices, Di Jun only wanted to curse.
"System, are you doing this on purpose, or did you mess up? Expose Hongjun's scheme? Are you serious?"
"And Choice Two—now that the Innate Three Clans are still alive, you want me to subdue the living beings of the Primordial World? Wouldn't I just get chopped into pieces?"
He gritted his teeth and made his decision inwardly. "I'll risk it! Choice One! Wealth comes from danger! Besides, the system never said what counts as exposing his scheme."
Taiyi, standing beside him, was also examining the mission issued by his system. His gaze flickered uncertainly as he calculated something in silence.
At the southern foothills of Mount Buzhou,
Nuwa stood at the entrance of the cave, her face brimming with uncontrollable delight. "Big Brother! This is wonderful! Senior Hongjun won! And he will preach the Dao in Heaven Beyond Heaven after three thousand yuanhui! We must go listen!"
Yet Fuxi, beside her, had his brows tightly furrowed and said nothing.
What exactly is going on? Fuxi pondered repeatedly.
Who was that voice? Why is the plot of the Primordial World completely different? The Innate Three Clans are still alive, and now there is a mysterious person whom even Hongjun respects...
Before transmigrating, he had read countless novels about the Primordial World and knew this period of history inside out. But now, everything was in chaos.
"Big Brother? What's wrong?" Nuwa asked worriedly when Fuxi remained silent for so long.
Fuxi came back to his senses and forced out a smile. "Nothing. I'm simply a little shaken by what I saw today."
Nuwa did not think much of it and said excitedly, "Then let's go to Purple Heaven Palace to hear the Dao in three thousand yuanhui! Senior Hongjun will preach three times, each lasting three thousand years. This is an enormous opportunity!"
Fuxi looked into Nuwa's expectant eyes, fell silent for a moment, then slowly nodded. "All right."
Nuwa was so happy that she nearly jumped up. "Wonderful! Then we need to hurry and cultivate to the Great Golden Immortal realm! Otherwise, Heaven Beyond Heaven is filled with chaotic astral winds, and we won't even be able to make it there!"
With that, she ran off excitedly to cultivate.
Fuxi remained where he was, watching Nuwa's retreating figure as a complicated look flashed through his eyes.
Nuwa... in her original fate, she would gain merit and become a saint under Hongjun's schemes, ultimately becoming a puppet of the Heavenly Dao...
He clenched his fists.
No, I have to stop all of this. I need to cultivate to the Great Golden Immortal realm as quickly as possible, then trace time back and see what truly happened during the Hundun era. Why has the Primordial World changed completely? I also need to find the owner of that voice. Perhaps that will be my sister's and my chance at survival.
Elsewhere across the Primordial World, the other living beings also began cultivating diligently after Hongjun announced his preaching.
For a time, the spiritual energy fluctuations of the Primordial World became extraordinarily active. Figures in secluded cultivation could be seen everywhere. Everyone wanted to improve their cultivation as much as possible within three thousand yuanhui so they could secure a seat in Purple Heaven Palace.
However, the Witch Clan was completely out of step with everyone else.
While everyone else was busy cultivating, the Witch Clan dispatched large numbers of clansmen to every corner of the Primordial World, where they absorbed the baleful energy left behind on the land by the Ferocious Beast Calamity and the Dao-Demon War.
Within Pangu Hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had gathered.
Besides the Twelve Ancestral Witches, there was another figure in the hall—a rather young-looking Great Witch who stood among them and spoke eloquently.
He was a transmigrator who had entered the body of a Great Witch named Wu An, and he possessed a sign-in system within him.
Standing at the head of the hall, Dijiang said in a deep voice, "As little An said, Demon Ancestor Luo Hou truly established the Demon Realm. Hongjun has also begun preaching the Dao. Everything is exactly the same."
Zhurong snorted coldly, his fists cracking as he clenched them. "Hmph! We are all the orthodox descendants of Father God Pangu and should rightfully rule the Primordial World! That old fool Hongjun actually dares to occupy Father God's world. He deserves to die!"
Zhujiuyin ignored Zhurong's temper and instead looked toward Lin Yu. "Little An, will having us absorb the baleful energy of the Primordial World truly be useful? And that voice—do you know who it was?"
The gazes of all the Ancestral Witches fell upon Wu An.
The Great Witch named Wu An smiled slightly and stepped forward.
"Of course it will be useful. Our Witch Clan are all Father God's orthodox descendants, and the Primordial World was created by Father God. We should naturally care for this land on Father God's behalf. Absorbing baleful energy can not only increase our cultivation, but also earn us merit from heaven and earth. Why would we not do it?"
"As for that voice... I do not know much either. The future visions Father God gave me contained no such person. I imagine it will not have much impact."
Of course, Pangu had never given him any visions of the future. He could only use that as an excuse to conceal the fact that he had transmigrated.
The Ancestral Witches nodded one after another upon hearing this.
Zhujiuyin asked again, "Then what about the Witch-Demon Calamity of the next Tribulation that Father God told you about?"
Wu An's expression turned serious as he said in a low voice:
"It is all a scheme by the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun. In order to seize the Primordial World and expel Father God's will, Hongjun secretly plotted for Di Jun and Taiyi to establish the Demon Clan, provoking a struggle for supremacy with the Witch Clan. In the end, both the Witch and Demon Clans would perish together, while he would reap the benefits."
Zhurong slammed a palm against the stone pillar beside him and roared, "That damned old fool Hongjun! He actually dares covet Father God's world! I will burn him to death!"
Dijiang raised a hand to signal Zhurong to calm down, then looked at Wu An and motioned for him to continue.
"Our Witch Clan is not yet strong enough to oppose Hongjun. Therefore, when he goes to Heaven Beyond Heaven to preach the Dao in three thousand yuanhui, we can go listen as well."
Zhurong froze. "We do not cultivate primordial spirits, so why should we listen to that bullshit preaching?"
Wu An smiled.
"If we have no primordial spirits, then we will create primordial spirits. The great spiritual treasures of the Primordial World were all transformed from Father God. Spiritual treasures possess spirits; we can take them and merge them into our bodies, turning them into our own primordial spirits. Then we can hear the Dao and cultivate both primordial spirit and physical body. Wouldn't our combat power become even stronger?"
"Listen to Hongjun's Dao, then use it against Hongjun in the end. Wouldn't that be even better?"
Dijiang and the others' eyes immediately lit up.
Standing to one side, Houtu asked softly, "Then where should we begin?"
Wu An looked at Houtu's graceful figure and exquisite face after taking human form. His throat moved slightly, but after forcefully suppressing his stray thoughts, he said:
"Mount Buzhou is the backbone of the Primordial World. Let us begin searching from Mount Buzhou!"
Upon hearing this, the Ancestral Witches immediately sprang into action and left Pangu Hall one after another.
Wu An remained where he was, a deeply hidden fervor flashing through his eyes.
Hongjun? Heavenly Dao? The Great Dao had fifty, Heaven derived forty-nine, and one escaped. With the system in his possession, he was that one. As long as he stayed hidden in Pangu Hall and leveled up, everything would change because of him.
Since he had transmigrated here, the master of this Primordial World ought to be replaced.
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